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rangerkimmy:

mazarin221b:

random-nexus:

icykitty:

soaringsparrows:

nataliesfantasticadventures:

I Promise I’m Not a Murderer: The Story of a Researching Writer

now with a sequel:

I Swear I’m Not Pregnant, I’m Just Naming Characters

Don’t forget: I’m not Trying to Break Into This Building, I Just Need to Know the Layout of it

The Sequel: I’m Really Not Poisoning Anyone, I Just Need To Know The Symptoms OF Poisoning And How Long They WOULD Take To Die From It.

Additionally: Please Don’t Put Me In A CIA Prison, I’m Just Trying To Figure Out How A Character Could Sneak Into Afghanistan From Pakistan While Avoiding the Border Police and the US Military.

Spinoff: I’m Not a Terrorist, I’m Just Curious About How Bombs Work

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bmo-thirteen:

twerkingwithjudgejanis:

dad—egberts:

chazzthejazz:

I’ve been expecting you…

That is the single creepiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

My heart was pounding, my hands shaking. I had ran about four blocks from the amusement park without looking back. I didn’t need to. I knew that that rabbit. That fucking rabbit was right on my tail. I could hear the soft pitter patter of his velvet feet getting closer and closer behind me. My breathing was growing heavier, my speed faster. My legs ached, but I kept running. Long after the sound of that thing behind me had ceased. It was only a few hours until dawn now, and I needed somewhere to hide, and recuperate. The bus station on 32nd street was open 24-7, and it was only a block away. I high-tailed it past the last row of stores and burst through the door, walking quickly to the bathroom with the intent of locking myself in a stall. I pushed open the heavy metal door and shut it tight behind me. The motion sensor lights flickered for a brief moment, then, burst to life, flooding the room with a momentarily blinding light. I ran down to the end of the bathroom and threw open the last stall on the right. My heart stopped. There he was. That fucking rabbit. sitting there, with a smug grin on his fake, velvet, head. He slowly slid over to the left, motioning for me to sit next to him. I slowly began to back up, quietly repeating no…no…no under my breath. Then, to my horror, it spoke. In a sickening, disgustingly accurate Bugs Bunny voice. “I’ve been expecting you.” It cooed, in a vile, seductive tone. I turned to run, sprinting back towards the exit, I tugged on the door again and again. It wasn’t locked. I wouldn’t let myself believe it. Then I heard it get up. A soft, clatter of porcelain and the same pitter patter I had become so familiar with. My blood turned cold as it slowly rounded the corner and stood there, in the middle of the room. It’s head titled sideways, silently sizing me up as I held my back firm to the door, hyperventilating. Suddenly, there was a buzz of electricity, growing louder and louder until it became almost unbearable. The light above my head exploded with a loud pop. I jumped as a shower of orange and white sparks rained down on the floor around me. The electricity buzz started again, this time, the next light in front of me exploded. The process repeated, the explosions occurring faster and faster in succession. the room grew darker and darker still, until the last remaining light was the one illuminating that horrible, fucking thing. My breath sped up, as I heard the electricity buzz one final time. The bulb above its head exploded, and darkness cascaded over the room. My senses heightened, as the pitter patter began again, slowly at first, then picking up speed as the bunny began to charge towards me. I shut my eyes tight and clenched my teeth, bracing for impact, but there never was one. It was over as fast as it started. The pitch black room, was coated in an eerie silence. Had I imagined it all? Was it just a terrible nightmare? No. It wasn’t. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it spoke again. It was right fucking next to me. It’s cold breath escaping through it’s scratched plastic mouth and colliding with the my ear as every hair on the back of my neck shot up in the darkness. “What’s up doc?”

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gamingurumi:

Hey! Listen! by ~snapcrackleomg

Free pattern! 

gamefreaksnz:

Vincent Carrozza

Was listening to some old Rage Against the Machine this weekend, and this variation of my woot gamer derby entry popped into my head.

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tumbloler:

tin-pan-ali:

i didn’t choose the thug life

my mom bought it for me

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kiango:

fitzefitcher:

kiango:

I DID IT LIKE AN HOUR AFTER EVERYONE ELSE DID BUT IT’S STILL GOOD SHUT THE FUCK UP

I see your Wreck-It Garrosh and raise you a Anduinellope

I need to not have Varianellope because I can’t ship Ralph/Vanellope oh god dhjfdsa

THIS IS REALLY CUTE TOO UGH

anduin and varian and sugar rush racers i

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